12-19-03

I'm wondering what adventures this evening will bring. The costume is together, and I took the precaution of pulling out my character shoes. It's unpleasant to gash one's foot while one is dancing -- and heaven knows what sort of horrors lurk on a barroom floor.

Nervous? Yes, a bit. I hope that I'll dance an enjoyable show. I hope I don't pop out of my bra -- though it'd be a miracle with all the cantilevered, pulley-system strappage going on and the extra padding. I hope I don't fall on my ass.

It's a good thing my middle name's Hope, huh.

Everything's in a bag, except for my wig and my make-up. At least I can hide behind the mask of cosmetics.

I had a friend who said that she always wore more make-up when she felt insecure. I didn't understand it until I started performing more. Becoming unfamiliar to myself makes the performance persona more real. I can tell myself, "That's not me!" and believe it. Well, believe it enough.

As they say in Japan before starting a difficult task, "Yosh!"

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